Betty Jean, who lives in the vicinity of Kristen and Marianne, has been persecuting me with literary memoranda of William S. Burroughs, printing them up and leaving them lying where I'll run across them. What, I ask her, is the meaning of this? I'm trying to understand why she thinks I'd be interested. She did, be it noted, hit it right on, when she brought over a good, recent biography of Lytton Strachey, whom, and whose writings I of course adore; but what does she think I'd like about Burroughs? Betty Jean mumbles something about Burroughs' having been well-read. I grant him his degree in English Literature from Harvard; but, in simplest terms, I loathe the man and despise his work. Sorry.